Title: You've Got... Er, Something 
Author: Rainee Scott 
E-Mail: lgwoman1013@aol.com 
Rating: PG 
Category: VH 
Spoilers: none 
Keywords: 
Summary: Scully meets a Someone online.  You probably think 
you've seen this plot before -- believe me, you haven't. 
Archiving: Anywhere is fine, just send mail for my ego. 

Author's Notes: I have no idea why I wrote this. 

Disclaimer: Ain't mine.  Carter's.  Foo. 

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"You met someone online?"  Mulder lifted a brow by reflex -- the 
same reaction he always had, whenever his partner did something 
uncharacteristic.  And this was definitely uncharacteristic. 

Scully couldn't keep a smile from crossing her face.  "He goes 
by 'Darkness' online.  He promised to tell me his real name when 
we get together... says it's sensitive information."  She 
chuckled a bit at her new acquaintance's quirks.  "Strange guy, 
but a sweetheart."  She checked her makeup in the mirror, pulling 
her hair back into a loose bun. 

Mulder frowned a bit.  "You sure you don't want me to come?" 

"Mulder..."  Scully sighed, reaching over to place her hands on 
her partner's cheeks.  "I am a grown woman and a federal agent 
of the United States government.  I am legally certified in the 
use of several firearms.  No Internet junkie that plays Quake and 
listens to R.E.M. is going to do me any harm."  With that, she 
swept out the office door. 

Mulder frowned.  Quake and R.E.M... why did that sound familiar? 
He shook his head and returned to his work. 

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Scully looked eagerly around the coffee shop, fingers searching 
the rim of her mocha nervously as she watched the passersby. 
Jeans and a Pink Floyd shirt; that's what he said he'd be 
wearing.  She'd described her own attire -- black slacks and 
jacket, and a white shirt.  With a sigh she looked back behind 
the counter, nervous.  What if Mulder was right?  What if he 
was some nutty cyber-stalker, searching for an unsuspecting 
woman like herself to lure into the open and then-- 

"...Ice?"  She heard her online handle spoken in an uncertain 
voice.  It was a nice voice, if a bit unconventional; and 
vaguely familiar.  She spun around and stood a bit too quickly, 
eyes grazing the ground as she stumbled.  They met a pair of 
black shoes, beaten to the point that they nearly fell off the 
feet they covered.  Above this was a pair of jeans in a similar 
state of disrepair.  Then a black t-shirt with a white scribble 
of a screaming face, inscribed with "The Wall 1980".  Her eyes 
lifted eagerly to the face above the clothing, and froze. 

They stood there for a long moment, staring at each other.  His 
face held the same startled and disbelieving expression that she 
felt on hers.  Quickly they both darted out the door; him going 
one direction, her going the other; the agent silently vowing 
to herself that she would never approach the beast she called her 
computer again. 

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Frohike glanced up from his computer at the sound of the door 
slamming.  "You're back soon," he commented, turning around to 
face the arrival.  "Your little rendezvous not go well?" 

Langly tossed his jacket onto a nearby chair.  "Believe me, 
man..."  He shook his head.  "You don't wanna know." 

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